mist above the stream.
The setting sun painted blood-red fields in the past few clouds, which slowly disappear with the sun at horizon. The darkness is spreading only slowly, so that I can extend my walk along the shore yet. The picture of the sunset in me conjures a mood of peace and beauty, combined with a touch of nostalgia for the infinite.
dreamed as a child I often say, infinite, immortal being. At that time I wanted to constantly move around the sun and the clouds dissolve and I in them. I wanted to merge with its beauty and become one with God. My aspirations at that time have remained very much alive today.
When the day I let go and I let go of him, I can redeem myself a piece of myself to-Adherence to the duties of our lives requires a great effort. How much are we tied to our everyday lives, we remember when we - by and by -. Are beginning to set us free, this freedom has a taste of beauty, the smell of infinity and feels like the long-awaited Beloved, on whom we have waited our whole lives.
While I'm on, I meet other people. Walkers, athletes, Cyclists. Some I smile, some smile back. Greetings, a greeting counter; supposed strangeness - but in fact they are my friends on my journey through this mortal existence.
is darker.
I love this time of day in which the outlines of the environment are becoming increasingly blurred. It's like in my dream time in my childhood, I often thought: "Oh, I could only just be all" That little man of that time spoke a great word, without any idea of having them, how much truth already in it stuck.
I'm slowly on the way back.
Despite the darkness, the separated only by a few lanterns lit is, I feel safe. Now I rarely see other people still This time is my time . Alone in nature, sounds echo from a distance only slightly over to me. My senses are awake and I enjoy this wonderful evening atmosphere. Now I am
still and look at the distant lights of the city. My heart is so much joy that I want to stay here forever and just dissolve me - in the air, in the dark, in the clouds ...
The lights are brighter and more numerous. The noise of the city forces itself into my consciousness. I trudge, some panting, up the bridge leading from one to the other side of the River.
Well, tomorrow is a new day, we fill it with physical and mental presence.
My happiness I've found here.
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picture of paraglider taxi: Dusk
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